Friday, July 17, 2015

Late Night Snack

Near Home—April, 2015

You have likely read
about my other exploits in April. After
this last four-way in the playroom, I was sated until I took off to CLAW. Readers got my daily reports about that
weekend with all of us leather boys in heat.
When I came home I, not surprisingly, didn’t want to play for a bit. I was finally ready for more on the last
weekend of the month. I went to the
bookstore--the one nearest my home.

I start in the smaller theatre, showing the straight
porn. It is Saturday night and the crowd
of men are restless. Whenever I have to
park on the street instead of in the parking lot, I know that some straight
couple has posted some sort of internet ad stating they are coming to the
bookstore at some appointed hour. Every
seat but one is taken in the space. I
sit in the last vacant chair nearest the screen. In no time a man in his 40’s arrives with his
slightly younger wife or girlfriend. Two
men get off the couch and give them room to sit. The couple watch the porn. The men all watch the couple, who pretend to
be oblivious. Soon the man’s hand strays
under the woman’s short skirt.

Flies open. Cocks are
produced.

She removes her top, her bra, her skirt. She opens her legs wide, with nothing on but
heels and a lime green thong. His
fingers disappear and work her until she’s trembling.

He stops. “You.” He points at one of the regulars who is
stroking his medium sized cock. “Let her
suck you.”

The man eagerly gets up, holding on to his waistband with
one hand and fisting his cock with the other.
The act of putting his hard dick in her mouth in front of a dozen men is
too much. He cums instantly.

To her credit she swallows.

“You next.” He points
at another man I recognize. I know he’s
just a jerker. The jerker shakes his
head.

All eyes are now on me as I cross the room. She jerks my dick for a moment, looking at
it—sizing it up. She ovals and tries to
take me down. She’s all teeth. I won’t be able to take it for long. She tries to go deeper. And gags.
Truly retches in the back of her throat.

And let’s go of me.
The man holds up his hand—stopping me in case I thought I would get more
from her. I step away, shoving my cock
back in my pants and go to the theatre where the mouths are bigger…as her
partner asks for another volunteer.

*****

I am on my knees in front of a naked man. He’s lithe, toned, and maybe in his late
40’s. He always sits fully naked, with
his clothes folded neatly under his chair, in the back corner of the gay
side. He strokes, and when he is ready, allows
someone to suck him off. At least that’s
all I’ve ever seen him do. I’m the mouth
of the night.

I pull off his dick and nuzzle his balls. He murmurs his appreciation and takes a hit
of pungent, cheap poppers. I pull back
his dick, lifting his balls and tongue under the hairy sack.

The door opens. It’s
the man I often play with here—40’s, blond hair (that actually is slightly
greying when you are not in the dark theatre but in the florescent light of the
store), a good body, a nice big dick and an ass almost always ready to take
me. He sits where he can watch me work
the guy. And my own dick—which I’m
stroking in time to my sucking.

I figure they have to know each other. I hear the new arrival’s zipper go down. I work back up the cock in front of me. I swallow him down. My suckee holds my head still—and fucks his
length into my mouth. He lets me go, so
I can come up for air.

“So you know, I swallow,” I tell him.

“You should tell your friend we’d rather fuck him.”

Well, yeah, we would.
And I’ll still get his load—just out of a hot ass.

I suck for another moment.
Than get up and go over to my fuck bud.

“He’d like to fuck you. Do you…?”

I don’t get to finish the sentence. He’s up and walking over to the corner and the
man with the hard on. His pants are off
in a trice. He leans on the back of
another chair, presenting his ass to him. I want to eat it, get it wet for the
man I was sucking. But the top stands,
spits on his dick and is in him before I get a chance. I stick my dick into my bud’s mouth.

Soon I kneel and watch the cock sliding home in long, easy
strokes.

I am on the verge of asking the top to pull out so I can
taste his dick, but he’s bucking into the smooth ass in front of him. He’s shooting. He doesn’t make any kind of sound at all. A perfectly silent cum.

He even denies he shot.
He reaches for a fast food napkin in his pants, telling my friend that
it’s late and he needs to go home. He quickly
wipes away the last pearl of cum dripping from his dick.

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I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.